The Alpha Twins Tribrid Mate

NOVA P.O.V Slowly pulling my knife from the scumbag’s chest I had been following all day waiting for this perfect opportunity to get him alone, twisting the knife just as it slides from the wound it inflicted. The whimper that leaves my victim’s mouth coursing a crazed smile to pull at my lips. Wiping my blooded blade on his dark denim jacket I lean over to look into his eyes, the panic shown clearly as his pupils widen till, I am just staring into black holes. “I would love to be able to take my time in killing you… but you know things to do and all that. I’m a very busy girl, so I just won’t have the time to give you the attention you deserve… please don’t hold it against me with how quick I’m going to have to finish this.” I say amusement clear in my voice. Opening and closing his mouth as if struggling to get any words out I check my watch as if I am bored and he wasn’t worthy of my time, only to realise it’s 8’oclock already, s**t. Right enough playing around time to end this. Bringing my knife to his throat I slice him from ear to ear and watch as he chokes on his own blood, sticking my hand into his shirt pocket my fingers graze over a card like object, pulling it out to find his work I.D badge. “Bingo was his name o” I sing-song as I inspect the card. There wasn’t much on it, just a barcode with Torres industries at the top slipping the card into the back pocket of my black, leather trousers, I stand to my feet. Quickly scanning the man’s now dead body, I turn to slip out of the dark alley and back onto the busy streets of London, keeping my head down my white, blonde hair falling to hide my face from any on lookers. Taking in calming breaths, I focus on the sound of my heeled, over the knee, black, boots as they click on the pavement with each step I take. I’m getting closer to him, just the thought of ending his life sent excitement shooting through my body, I could barely contain it, as I walk flash backs of my past came rushing to the front of my mind as if reminding me why I’m doing this, of why I have turned myself into the very monster I was made to be. “Please stop I don’t want to play this game anymore it hurts” the sound of my five-year-old self, begging for the torture to stop. For the tests to stop, but he never listened, he was hell bent on finding out if the thing he created had any flaws or weaknesses. Injecting me with wolfsbane to see if it had any impact on my wolf side or placing me under UV lights to see if I would burn due to my vampire side. But nothing affected me, but it still never stopped him from trying, he would inflict wounds onto my tiny body just to see how fast I could heal, but deep inside my innocent mind I knew he enjoyed seeing me in pain, to see me beg for it all to stop he loved having power over me to control my pain. When I reached the age of ten, he demanded I shift into my wolf or vampire, but I couldn’t no matter how hard I tried or how much pain he inflicted on me, I couldn’t bring them out. They refused every time, I could feel them both inside of me I just couldn’t reach them. That night he left me so scared threatening to end my life he beat me so badly that night I could barely open my swollen eyes. “Who wants a weapon who can’t even shift, you are useless to me, I should just put you down like a sick dog” his words ringing loudly in my head as I curl up into the corner of my dark cell, begging for death to come I was a child and I begged for my short life to end. Then there was a loud explosion somewhere in the building, the sound of the guards running to investigate, a few moments pasted when the door to my cell bust open, I remember screaming thinking this was it, my wish was about to come true. I was going to die, but just the thought of it happening made me second guess my wish, when a man wearing a mask to cover his identity came in and swept me up into his strong arms. “It’s ok little one, I will keep you safe” the words instantly made me sag in relief against the stranger, it wasn’t until I was safely in his home did, he reveal himself to me and who he was, I understood then how complicated my life really is. You see Edwin Torres the mad man who made me, took the DNA of three powerful supernatural’s to create me, the first ever Tribrid. Alpha Owen Zenac was responsible for my wolf DNA once he found out what had happened, he hunted me down so he could raise me himself, I don’t currently know who is responsible for my other sides yet, but I know one day I will. When I turned sixteen, I started sneaking out every now and then, to hunt down the bastards who did this to me, hoping that one day it will lead me to the man himself… Edwin Torres. The sound of my phone ringing snaps me out of my flashback, pulling it from my leather jacket pocket I gaze at the screen as my dad’s face flashes across the screen. “Oh s**t” I whisper under my breath; my thumb hoovers over the green button debating whether I should answer it. Accepting the call, I place the phone to my ear preparing myself to play the role of daddy’s innocent girl. “Daddy” I say in a much higher-than-normal tone. “Don’t daddy me Nova… I know you’re up to something I want you home now!” “Funny you should say that because I was just on my way back won’t be long.” I could hear my dad letting out an annoyed breath, I could picture his face starting to take on a slight reddened tone, I bet his rolling his eyes at me right now the thought made me giggle slightly. “Just please hurry home, I have a lot of work to do for the Alpha summit I don’t want the added stress worrying about your safety.” His tone stern, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Ending the call, I carry on walking past a few more streets till I reach my car, I had parked it on a little side street out the way. Sliding in the driver’s seat I start the engine, the sound of the powerful purr always sends excitement pulsing through my body, as I speed off down the road in my dark, grey, Lamborghini.